3 So I have been allotted months of futility,And wearisome nights have been appointed to me.
4 When I lie down, I say, ‘When shall I arise,And the night be ended?’For I have had my fill of tossing till dawn.
5 My flesh is caked with worms and dust,My skin is cracked and breaks out afresh.
6 “My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle,And are spent without hope.
7 Oh, remember that my life is a breath!My eye will never again see good.
8 The eye of him who sees me will see me no more;While your eyes are upon me, I shall no longer be.
9 As the cloud disappears and vanishes away,So he who goes down to the grave does not come up.